Datang: I am the prince of salted fish, I impeach Li Er at the beginning

Chapter 19 seems to be a false alarm, but it doesn't seem to be!
Perhaps in the eyes of that frustrated young man, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

But to other people, these words are unavoidably harsh.

Xiao Wan, who had nothing to do to kill time in the teahouse, looked at this man a few times when he heard this remark, and teased him maliciously.

"I don't know what masterpiece this brother has, but he dares to speak out here. If you really have that ability, you might as well show it and let everyone be convinced."

I'm afraid no one will be happy to be ridiculed face to face as a villain who is a follower of power.

Due to personal cultivation, Xiao Wan, who is the son of a high-ranking cadre, cannot be as unrestrained as a villain in the market.

But this does not prevent Xiao Wan from teaching this person a lesson!
When the young man was questioned face to face, he was naturally very unconvinced, so he straightened his neck and immediately read aloud.

"A country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and nine gates in the city. If you don't see the emperor's residence, you will know the emperor's dignity!"

The verse stops here, like music that stops abruptly, stopping in the middle.

The people watching the excitement in the teahouse waited for a few seconds, but they didn't hear the next verse, and they couldn't hold back anymore.

"Why does your poem have only one beginning? What about the next line?"

"These two poems have some taste, and they have a sense of grandeur, but if there is only one beginning, it would be presumptuous to call yourself a masterpiece."

"I also hope that this brother will sing the complete poem, so that I can have a good drink."

……

Hearing the urging sounds from around, a little sweat oozes from the forehead of the down-and-out young man.

"This poem is not finished yet, I have only written the first two lines so far."

Okay.

Originally, when Xiao Wan heard the first two lines of the poem, her heart skipped a beat, thinking that this time she was going to hit the iron plate.

But hearing the young man say that this poem is only a half-finished product, the heart hanging in his throat suddenly fell down.

"Dare to call it a masterpiece with only two lines of poems, and dare to be so arrogant, saying that I only know how to flatter horses, but don't know how to appreciate it? I really don't understand. Where do you have the confidence to comment here?"

Xiao Wan asked aggressively, which can be said to be a fool's errand.

The children of officials should pay attention to leaving two points in everything they do.

Earlier, Xiao Wan had given this person a chance to show off his talent, but he didn't grasp it himself.

Now that it has been determined that this young man is a cynical youth who only knows how to complain about others, there is no need to be polite.

After saying these words, the young man turned pale with anger.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak again and again, but for some unknown reason, he was still unable to refute.

And when everyone looked at him with mocking eyes, someone recognized the young man's identity.

"Huh? Isn't this Brother Guangguan?"

A young man dressed as an aristocrat got up and said loudly: "Brother Guan Guan, don't you have a masterpiece that has been widely circulated? Why don't you show it and convince everyone present?"

The down-and-out young man faltered and said: "I! I! That poem, no!"

He looked very ashamed and indignant, as if the masterpiece that the noble young man said was his dark history, he refused to mention it.

As soon as these words came out, the young talents in the teahouse couldn't help being stunned at the same time.

"It's kind of interesting, but I don't want to reveal it when I have a masterpiece, it's weird!"

"Interesting, if there is really a good work, you might as well tell it for everyone to appreciate."

……

Amidst the discussions among the people, the aristocratic son who came out to help the down-and-out youth asked loudly: "Brother Guan Guan's song "Ode to the Goose" has been admiring me for a long time. Why?"

After the words fell, there was an uproar in the teahouse.

"Singing the Goose? Could it be the song "Singing the Goose" written by genius?"

"I heard that Yong Goose was written by the author when he was eight years old. It can be said to be completely natural. I didn't expect it to be written by this person."

"It's just... I also have this question, isn't this something worthy of glory? Why do you keep this secret?"

……

There was a lot of people in the teahouse, and the discussions of the students came to Luo Binwang's ears from time to time.

Hearing the content of the discussion, Luo Binwang's bitter face became even more gloomy.

Wrote "Ode to the Goose" at the age of eight, but in the next ten years, there was not a single poem that could be handed out.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is an honor to be able to write such a well-known sentence as "Ode to the Goose".

But in King Luo Bin's own opinion, this is a shame.

I thought that "Ode to the Goose" was the starting point of his literary career, but now it seems that it has become his peak moment.

Debut is the pinnacle.

How could King Luo Bin accept this reality?

But no matter whether he is willing to accept it or not, everyone present is still willing to give him face when they hear that he is the author of "Ode to the Goose".

Xiao Wan, who had just uttered a reprimand, stood up, raised his wine glass and made a toast to King Luo Bin from a distance.

"Xiao Wan, I'm careful with my words. I just heard my brother's fierce words, so I offended you a lot. I would like to offer you a toast. Please forgive me."

King Luo Bin came to his senses, saw Xiao Wan's attitude was very sincere, and quickly raised his glass in return.

"My name is King Luo Bin, and I use the word Guanguan. I just heard someone praising a clumsy work. I was furious for a moment. I couldn't hold back my sarcasm. I disturbed everyone's elegance. I'm being rude."

Hearing that the two turned their fighting into friendship, many people tried to persuade them.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just youthful spirit. If you don't fight, you don't know each other. It's a good story to take this opportunity to get to know each other."

"The reason why you are angry is also because of a misunderstanding. Those who don't know are not guilty. Brother Guan Guan doesn't have to blame himself."

……

At this time, the young man who revealed the identity of King Luo Bin also stood up.

"I was quite embarrassed to see Brother Guanguang just now, so I spoke out to tell the truth. If Brother Guanguang is unhappy, I hope you can forgive me."

"Shengzhi doesn't have to be like this." King Luo Bin shook his head and sighed softly, "I made a slip of the tongue, that's why..."

It is too difficult for a humble scholar to be appreciated in the capital.

King Luo Bin recommended himself in front of many nobles before, but he was not appreciated by a single person, so his heart was not disturbed, and his words were not condescending.

Speaking of which, he was impulsive.

The young man he called "Sheng Zhi" cupped his fists at him apologetically: "Zhao Ling also didn't want Brother Guan Guang to be misunderstood by you brothers because of misunderstanding, so he offered to help."

"misunderstanding?"

This was already the second time King Luo Bin had heard this word.

This can't help but make him think, is there really something hidden in it that I don't know?

As if seeing King Luo Bin's doubts, Lu Zhaoling said: "Although King Jin's phoenix poem is not neat, it has deep meaning in it, so I will praise it a lot!"

"Oh? What's the meaning?"

King Luo Bin couldn't help feeling interested, and asked.

If there was indeed something hidden in it that he didn't know about, then it would be a big misunderstanding.

(End of this chapter)